The closest bonds we will ever know are bonds of grief. The deepest community one of sorrow.

She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light and he saw in her face and in her figure something he'd not seen before and the name of that thing was sorrow.

All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes.

No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand

Son of a Witch,

I feel nothing but grief, sorrow and sadness for Sid (VIcious). l've lost my friend, I couldn't have changed it, I was young. God I wish I was smarter... He's dead for fuck's sake.